rain on a workday afternoon (20170110)

this rain stops
time stops
the asphalt blooms
oil-black lakes

reflected headlights
stare back
from depths that disappear
with the wind’s breathing

but for now
hollow white eyes
gaze from nothing
heaven’s mirror
a hollow mass of gray wool
stretched overhead

Published by crow

I'm a writer and a dabbler. I live in Washington. View all posts by crow

Poet Rummager January 11, 20173:14 am

I enjoyed your monochromatic poetry. Grays and blacks are what have bombarded our winter here.
1. crow January 11, 20176:03 am
  
  Thank you! ❤
derrickjknight January 11, 20175:51 am

Excellent imagery
1. crow January 11, 20176:14 am
  
  Thank you. Even a parking lot can give you a gift.
Pleasant Street January 11, 20177:52 pm

I’ve written often in parking lots, while waiting. Enjoyed this
1. crow January 11, 20178:24 pm
  
  Thank you so much. Parking lots can offer an odd kind of peace and seclusion.

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